THE GIANT EGGROLL

06.08.2008

Keith packed up all his stuff in the morning like a maniac, and so we had to take a cab all the way to the airport, 30 km outside of town. We missed the shuttlebus *pout* We got to Yellowknife and it was boiling hot. I had told my Couchsurfing friend Phil the wrong arrival time, so he wasn't there waiting for us. We picked up our stuff and headed out. Fred Henne Park is a very easy walk from the airport, so we just did that. We set up our camp, changed into summery clothes and headed straight to town, past an energy plant that sounded like there were screaming monkeys being turned into pure atomic energy. We cried a little inside just to know that this might be happening in a country as free and responsible as Canada. But for all of our concern, we continued on our merry way into town. Keith's hairdresser told us to find the giant eggrolls, so we stopped at the tourist office and asked the man there where to get them. He pointed us to Max's and we found it. Located underground in what appeared to be a Cold War style nuclear bomb shelter. True to his word, there it was "Jumbo eggroll" Yum. It really was huge. We ate one between us and we were totally full. Delish. We walked around town, bought groceries and wine, walked back to the campground and I made a fire while Keith took his own sweet time in the shower.Five hours later, we dined on freshly smoked sausages and soft soft buns.

The Yellowknife sign